Alt. Prompt ; Love Is The Key .

Love means to have a strong passion toward someone or something. In my life, I love many people. But truthfully, the one person I could tell you most about would be my mother.

Let’s just say, my mom is an amazing woman. She has been through so many hoops just to get where she is today. Financial problems have caused her the most pain and stress. She has the biggest heart out of everybody I know. She puts people she loves before herself, always. No matter what is happening in her personal life.

I love my Moms’ understanding ability. Many times I will come home in tears or anger and just want to be left alone. Mother’s always know what’s best for their children and my Mom always knows how to fix my problems. Sometimes, she will start off with asking me what’s wrong. If I shut her out, she’ll hug me and walk away. Usually within time, I will let loose and tell her everything. My mom knows that I will eventually tell her, so she never trips. For some odd reason, she always has the perfect thing to say at the perfect moment.

I love my Moms’ motherly figure. Sounds weird to say, but I believe every mother raises their kids different. My mom raised me to stand up for what I believe in regardless what others think. Being someone who cares deeply about others opinions, it has been hard. But with everything I had to forgive and forget, she has given me tips on ways to stick it out the best way.

I love my Moms’ incredible strength. No matter what situation life throws her way, she can get through it with a little support, and make things better then before! She has passed that ability to me as I grew up. For example, after my Grandpa passed away, I had to learn real quick how to be strong for her. As the years went on, it got easier. Mom made me realize how to be strong in the hardest situations.

Thank you Mom for being the best Mom anyone could ask for. You have taught me so many things about life, and supported me in all ways possible. You mean the world to me and I’m glad you could share your wonderful traits with me. :)

Alt. Prompt; The Man Whom I Miss

"I miss you, Grandpa."
Rest In Peace
February 4th - December 23

I remember your scent. The strong smell of Bruit Cologne was the first thing I would smell on bright mornings that came too soon. I remember waking up and seeing you sitting at the breakfast table waiting ever so patiently. Grandpa was never patient, ever. I remember when we would race while eating our meals, just to get me to finish my meal. I remember you used to use your strong, built legs and keep all the grandkids locked in between them; to the point where no matter how hard we were trying, it was impossible to break free. It felt like we were trapped in a dark dungeon or held captive. I remember every little thing about you. It feels like just yesterday I saw your tan skin, bright blue eyes, white as can be hair that never was messed up, and dressed in your fancy pants and button up shirt. I miss you, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I miss you more then anything. I was only a freshman when you passed away. You weren’t doing well the last year you were still on earth with your loved ones. You were in intense pain, couldn’t remember who people were, and barely could get out of bed. But some days were better then others. Like the day I walked into your room and your face lit up, how the sun brightens my room at six in the morning. I broke into tears to see how ecstatic you were. But yet, even on those bad days, you could manage to be positive somehow. I miss seeing your face, Grandpa.

I remember the day you told me that I was always going to be your favorite granddaughter. Yes, I was your last granddaughter, but I was more special then the other ten in your eyes. Or how you would always tell me that I was going far in life. How did you know that when I was so young? Maybe you were a physic. My goal is to achieve the standards you told me I could. I want you to be proud of who I am after four years without you by my side. I miss you being right there, Grandpa.

I remember every Sunday, Grandma and you would go to church. I would go when I stayed the weekend with you. I never liked going because it was filled with a bunch of old folks, like you, and smelt like baby powder and old people cologne or perfume. While I was being acknowledged continuously, you sat there trying  not to engage with anyone. Grandpa, you weren’t a morning person. Church wasn’t your thing all that much either. You liked the social aspect and the delicious food they served after the service. But Grandpa, I’m a Christian now, just like you were. I believe in all the same things you did. I’m proud to represent you, Grandpa. I go to church all the time. Three times a week. You might not have enjoyed it, but I know you listened because you’d repeat something the pastor said. Man, I sure do miss you, Grandpa.

I remember how much you loved your freedom of speech. You weren’t allowed to drive anymore due to all the strokes you had that caused you to have slower reflexes, but you were determined to have your license renewed regardless. You made Grandma drive you to DMV, stand in the line that make you feel like you’ve aged immensely just waiting, and retook your test. You passed. Everyone was shocked and couldn’t believe that YOU passed the test. The family was scared you would try and drive somewhere after this event. You were a jokester like that, but this wasn’t a great time to be doing that. Grandpa, you’re one stubborn man. Thanks for passing down that gene to me. Grandpa, are you listening, I miss you.

I remember your favorite dessert. Butterscotch. Happens to be my favorite as well. I promised you I would make your favorite dessert when you came home from the hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, you looked so much better. Actually had color in your face and could move on your own. The doctors came into share the big news; you were coming home in a week! Finally the day arrived. I got myself into the kitchen and made that pudding proudly. Throwing the box on the cluttered counter with the biggest smile. I don’t think I could have been happier that I got to share the same dessert as you. I miss sharing our favorite dessert together, Grandpa.

I remember how into sports you were. I hated going to visit because you had to watch your sports. Sports were so important to you, especially football. Who watches football all day, every day? Old people, because they have nothing better to do. You never really had a favorite team. You watched every football game you possibly could. From 49ers to the Steelers. One day, I got hooked on football. I sat on your lap and lectured you about how I was more important. You “ignored” me and kept giving me hints on what was happening in the game. After a few minutes, I gave up and listened to your entire mumble jumble. Who knew, of all people, that I would get hooked on football? I miss football Sundays with you, Grandpa.

Lastly, I remember the day you passed away. You had just come home from the hospital. That was all you wanted; to be home when you passed away. It was two days before Christmas. Mom had just gotten off the phone with Grandma. Thirty minutes later, Grandma called again. Everyone knew. My heart stopped beating, my stomach twisted and turned, tears poured out but I had to stop them. I couldn’t let my Mom see me cry. I held her so tight, like how a baby would want to be held for protection I couldn’t believe this. It was just a joke, wasn’t it? My brother, Mom and I jumped in the car within a minute and drove to Concord, California. We were there in thirty minutes and spent the next three days with the rest of the family. Grandma was so happy. It was your time according to her. Grandpa, why? I think everyone was happy, because now you are with the angels and you’re watching over us. I miss you so much, Grandpa.

Grandpa, you inspired me in so many ways. I remember so much about you as if it was just yesterday you were here. You came into my dreams for the first time a few weeks ago. You told me how good I was doing and to keep pushing myself. I have a bunch of your qualities and I wouldn’t change them for anything. Your stubbornness, your intelligence, your Irish gene. You passed away, and I never understood why it had to be your time. But let’s be honest, I wouldn’t want you back in the condition you were in, period. You are in heaven now. Floating with angels, making miracles happen. Where you belong. Someday, I will see you again. I can’t wait to eat butterscotch with you again some day. I love you, Grandpa. I miss you more then anything!

Death ):

Maaan.
Did you hear on the news about a deadly stabbing Saturday night in Folsom? Happens to be somebody I knew. Happens to be a block and a half away from my church as well. Shoot.
Let me just say, I didn't know this kid too well. He went to my church a few times since I've been going there. But when he was little, he would go all the time. I didn't get to know him that well, but he was a nice guy from what I know.
My heart aches for all the people that know him. My heart dropped when I found out it was somebody I knew. Kids from my youth were close with him. Why would someone do this? Why?!
Today is Sunday, meaning we had church. Kids from youth were there crying harder then I have ever seen them cry. Eyes bloodshot, puffy and red. All you could do was hug them and tell them you were there for them. I even prayed for a few. Life isn't easy and death most certaintly isn't easy to grasp.
Please, remember to be safe and know your surrounding. Life is short, so live it up and be smart about your choices.

If you'd like to read the article:
http://blogs.sacbee.com/crime/archives/2011/10/folsom-transient-arrested-for-investigation-of-homicide.html#ixzz1ZeO9IG6w

Rest in Paridise Minor!

Cellular Devices

Look at me! Beautiful black and silver coloring. Easy to touch touch screen. No dents…OH WAIT! What’s that little piece of black missing on the edge? Oh yeah, you dropped me on the ground because you decided I wasn’t worth as much! Do you remember how much you paid for me?

Do you understand how many peoples hand touch me? I am a handophobic! But you don’t hear me complaining or anything do you? People touch my screen twenty four seven. Whether they are going on Facebook, texting, lookin’ up some new apps or even playing some stupid game that really has no point!

You drive me insane. You get all these ringtones and backgrounds to pimp me out, but do you comprehend how much storage I really have on my memory card? Not a lot. I can only hold 512mbs. You know all those pictures you take of the stupidest things? Yeah, those waste up my memory too.

Memory is like my brain. You can only hold so much and you like to fill it with useless stuff. How do you suppose that I will learn anything new? I mean, yeah I am a SMART phone but I can’t be a SMART phone if your putting a game that has absolutely no meaning. You touch the screen to start a fire and jerk me around to keep the fire going? I mean honestly, what good is that?

Now, I must say one nice thing about you touching me ALL the time. I like the attention. You rather pay attention to me instead of your teachers talking about some boring lecture, and it makes me feel special. But must you do it so secretively? Yeah, you don’t wanna stay in after school because of me, but embrace me to the world if you’re gonna use me that much. I mean, I am great after all! :)